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Jun 2020
There is magic where we once held memorable moments

Your glances, there was perfect chemistry in them, enough to quell the melatonin within.

I'll wrangle my ghosts, sipping from a goblet of ashen intent, dusty wills.


Where's the haunting?
Haunt-Disappear-Intent

20th of February, 2018.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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